Green is my friend, she once told me a secret.
Green said, “one day I’ll hold your hand.
Green will paint the carpet of moss under our toes.
Green will hang from the branches in tendrils.
Green will starkly contest the blue sky.”

Green leaned in as she talked, our breath twirling together in clouds of white.
Green laughs gently as I blush pink from our proximity.
Green fills my vision.
Green is all I can think as she whispers my name,

“Blue.”

Green the colour of life.
Green the colour of my love.